Life in the forest was passing by without much incident of excitement. On the one hand, Olaf should be happy that things were so quiet and uneventful but it was beginning to feel like the forest was dying. He missed the days when the foals were loudly playing and laughing and even when there were small jostles for position between to mares. At the moment it just seemed like everyone was keeping to themselves, which, in a way was probably true. The majority of the forest mares had new foals at foot so it wasn’t a surprise that the new mothers might want to keep their new additions to themselves for a little while. It was beginning to drag on, however, and Olaf was beginning to get impatient over meeting his new children properly, rather than just seeing them from a far.

The smoky stallion exhaled sharply, the boredom beginning to simmer again as well as the irritation with the warm sun and biting flies. Summer was not far away. Shifting his weight, he lumbered over to the stream until he was about knee deep in water. His ears swivelled curiously and he gave the area a quick once over before he lowered himself into the clear water for a brief roll.